I’m on the treadmill. I’d rather be writing. I’d rather poke my own eye out with a pencil than be on the treadmill. I’m not built for running. Swimming, biking, rowing…yes, yes, yes. Not running. I’ve been running for two minutes and it already feels like an hour. I would MUCH rather be writing. If…
Month: August 2011
Confessions of a Book Addict
One month ago, today. I sit on the floor. Three piles of books are in front of me. The pile on the left is as big as a mountain, the pile in the middle is slightly smaller, and the pile on the right has three books stacked neatly on top of one another. The book…